Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

Driving into the

we want to live, this is our only

clear

if they

eyes shut, drove straight onto the bridge, smashing through

crash grabbed the attention of nearby cars, many

the windows and also helped Maja roll hers

head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled

moment the rushing water hit her, she lost her breath and felt a strong sense of

enough to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but seeing Maja

even if it meant risking her life, she couldn’t

was about to turn back, a figure dived in from the surface, quickly swimming towards the

his swimming skills, she knew she’d only get

on the brink of suffocation, a pair of hands

of oxygen and couldn’t

blacked out and felt like her chest was about to explode from the

about to

waist, and after reaching the shore, he laid her on the grass nearby.

bridge in the distance was a sea of activity, with police and onlookers, even

were flashing, and police were shouting through

save people,

and the night was not lit by streetlights, only the faint light

was enough for him to

soaking wet, her face as pale as a ghost, and her lips

she was about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe,

someone pressing on

some water, coughed a few times, then felt some air being passed into

natural as if it had pulled her back from death’s

daze, she heard a man

are you so careless? Are you feeling a